Yeah. Alive. Still at it.

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My efforts have slowed.  A slug of coffee to start the morning part of my day, or such.  More the morning in my day.  Whatever the weather pattern was it seems to have passed.  High winds... last night?  I was sure I smelled wet, thought it was rain.  It wasn't, if I don't know what it was.  So few things smell like that.  A few dishes, in a short bit, then a shower.  Then laundry.

I am hoping to push on through into the day.  My feet hurt.  It's strange to have the tops of my feet hurt, from swelling.  They seem to be well into mending.  But they were so beat up from swelling for so long that... it'll take a while.  My hands... that must be from burns.  If it was just dryness, the treatments would have worked by now.  I have aloe vera gel on the way.  Along with those essential oils that might help.  Or it's all tomfoolery.  Still, the things I have tried, that usually work, aren't touching it.  Though perhaps it is, it just will take a long time.  As well, those welders' gloves should help.  Yeah, I have oven mitts.  They just don't make them for my size, nor long enough.

Beside those things, my ribs hurt.  Not sure why.  Ribs, back, shoulders, as if I had been out tumbling and wrestling, not successfully.  My body feels tighter, even if weight isn't necessarily coming off according to the scale.  Yeah, I am changing.  Some of the pains in this paragraph may be from losing fat and the body having to adjust, or even adding muscle and using it.  It's a good feel, if a bit much.  I wish I could regulate it more.  Or toughen up quicker to become used to it a bit better?  I'll take it though, if it is what I think.  If not, I guess I should be used to that by now.

I have been calling my mother.  She is doing better but it is still difficult.  I'll be keeping her in my prayers and trying to call a bit more often.  Just a quick call.  Just to ask then leave off.  I understand why I am a sort of narcissist, and yet I would like to find a way to end that.  Selfless?  If it is honest, right, I think it is better.  Leave my worries in God's hands.  It's where I am aiming now.  Or... where I would like to head my bow, when I can turn to the bearing.  The water are choppy but He left markers.  Now that I am better, in some ways.  Can't make good speed, even in turning.  Selfless, but without wrongly disregarding the temple.

Blathering?  Yeah.  But one thing at a time.  Good morning and day.